my winter skin is thick with ghosts. i try and i try but it's never even close. all i'm asking is for someone to stay, so another layer doesn't ruin this steady stream of dissipation i've so carefully constructed. wearing your mother's dresses doesn't make you an adult any more than praying on airplanes makes me a saint. i show up early, you've
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yes.
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When I scrutinise all the reasons I need it, purity a mottled, defamed lowly waving wisp of the figure at the bottom of the list with a cartoon squeak in it's prattle, I often wonder what I meant when I said "I love you." Perhaps I should have said "I love you now" or "I love this" and bugger the pyrotechnics.
I know there is one exception though, I'm not inhuman. I wish she was still around because we weren't adults enough then and it isn't white pressed disinfected benches and chemistry classes and early lunches again, the important things can't be graded anymore or crammed in beakers and tagged, but I would like to see her one more time. Tell her what I felt and apologise with a man's eyes staring back at her rather than the frightened little boy's.
Thank you for the entry, if that's the right phrase, etiquette, distance, tea and crumpets. Provocative as ever. Thank you for effort and eloquence x
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